A/N: This was the last one I had done so far. I will have more, but I don't know when. Thanks to LustForTheLetters and Rachel Mantegna for your reviews. :)
Sam. He's the smart one. He always gets better grades and thinks before he does anything. He's older and wiser it seems, or is he wiser because he's older. Does that little amount of time really make that much of a difference. It's no wonder our sister likes him best. She never looks at me like she looks at him. It makes me wonder how she can tell the difference between my twin and me. Sam would have thought this through. Not caring about how it made him feel or what pleasure came with it. No, he would have thought about the future. But because I'm me I didn't.
"Eric." The man from underneath me shifted. "You're thinking too much again." I sick smirk crept across his face. He knew how my thoughts torcher me.
"Maybe I should think more Roger." I said running my hands up his chest. "It might help me later in life." I sunk my nails lightly into his skin. Being here was dangerous and I got a rush that I'd never felt before. I was addicted to it and him.
He grabbed my chin roughly and tilted it so he could see my face better. "What you don't want to play with me anymore?" Roger asked pulling me closer. "I thought you liked our games." I always got lost in his dark brown eyes.
"What makes you think I don't?" I asked looking over the features of his face. He gave me no answer. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." I leaned in, but he pulled away. "What?" I asked leaning back.
"It's late. Isn't your brother going to get worried if you're not back soon." It wasn't really a question, since we both knew the answer to it. My gaze feel. The next thing I felt was him grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise. I gasped in pain, but I liked how it felt. "Don't be sad. We can play again soon." He was getting sick pleasure from teasing me.
Without saying a word to him, I got up and put my school uniform back on. It covered any marks that made me look different from Sam. He would never have gotten involved with Roger and he could never understand.
I said my good-bye and left. The streets were light by the street lamps. I knew I had missed dinner and my mother would be upset. My sister would give me a disappointed look just like our father's.
Just as I walked through the front door my brother bumped into me. "Eric! Where have you been? I was just about to go out looking for you." He said pulling me into a hug. "You're in so much trouble. When mother see you..."
"She'll punish me. I know." I said finishing his sentence. "I was just running late." I said making my way to our room.
"Why don't you let me tutor you? That way you don't miss dinner as much." He suggested. No, he wouldn't understand.
"It's fine Sam you..."
"Don't have to worry? Eric, this is the thrid time you've been late this week. I can't help but worry." He released me from the hug. "Next time I'll go with you. That way I can keep track of time and you won't be late."
I began to panic. I won't ever let Sam find out. "No! You don't have to. I won't be late next time." I said eyes wide. Sam searched my face, trying to find anything that said otherwise. "Okay, but if you're late again, I'm going to start going with you." He must not have found anything. "Come to bed." He said taking hold of my hand. I would never let him find out that I was addicted to the rush I got from Roger. It would only make him worry more and prove once again he was the better twin. No, I loved him too much to let him know that he couldn't help me. I was too far lost in my drug.